It’s the way of whom I communicate with my soul
I love it, but hate it; I can never seem to stop
Without this it is like a bird lacking a single feather
It’s emotions, feelings, happiness, and sadness all ready to drop

It’s like dominoes; you see them go slowly, one after the other
It’s a banana or orange you cant resist it, but you must peal
It is my family, my friends, my pets, importantly my life
To me it is a large envelope I just can’t seam to seal

It’s like the sun gracefully rising on a Sunday morning
It’s like the slow careful process of honey by a bee
It’s like the breath taking colours, which lay upon a rainbow
It’s amazing the way poetry and I live together in harmony